Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.